Alphabet Challenge (A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H)
Title: Alphabet Challenge (A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Ratings: G to NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: The Alphabet Challenge, post I.
Total word count: ca 3,500
A, Alternative - G
Dan eyed Fernando who sat in the lounge, staring unhappily into the air. Most people wouldn't have noticed the small frown grazing his forehead or the lost look in the striker's eyes, but Daniel did.
"What's going on?" he dumped down next to the other man, who flicked a look at him before looking down again.
"Nothing."
"Yeah," Dan snorted, "what's going on, Nando?"
Fernando was silent for a long time, then he sighed, "they were out of Cocoa Puffs at the supermarket."
Dan stared.
"They were out of Cocoa Puffs," Fernando repeated, slower this time like the Dane hadn't heard him.
"Why didn't you get Cocoa Pebbles or something?"
Fernando gave the defender a long look, eyebrows raised, "Cocoa Pebbles? Really, Dan?"
Grimacing Dan got up from the couch and shook his head, ignoring the bitchface Fernando was throwing his way. Still shaking his head Dan walked out of the room towards the cafeteria. This talk had made him hungry.
B, Brother - PG-13 (AU)
"Hey, who's that?" Dan shouted over the loud music.
Martin followed his eyes and saw who he was staring at.
"Fernando."
"I've never seen him before," Dan continued, eyebrows crinkling and lips pursing slightly.
"Ant's brother."
"Oh," realization dawned on him, "jeez, I can't believe I've never seen him before!" A smile formed on his face and Martin rolled his eyes. "I'll be right back!" Dan grinned.
*
The next time Martin saw his intoxicated friend was with his tongue down young Fernando's throat. That probably wasn't what the Spaniard had expected to happen when his brother threw a party, but then again, Dan didn't stop at one 'no'. If he wanted someone he'd bugger them into at least one kiss.
When he looked again he couldn't see them, but when he surveyed the room he noticed two very suspicious male bodies in a corner. They were very close and it looked like Dan was kissing the younger boy's neck, and... Martin turned away, snorting, not needing to see Dan's hand inside the Spaniard's pants.
C, Coulrophobia - PG (AU)
Fernando didn't understand what made Dan stiffen next to him, didn't know what the hell caused Dan to suck in a hard breath and whimper in the back of his throat. They were just walking down the street, there was no reason...
"Fuck," Fernando mumbled when he noticed the sign, 'tivoli' on a light pole on the side of the road. "Daniel," he said, stopping the Dane with a hand on his chest.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the clown walking down the street.
"Dan," he repeated, taking both of Dan's hands in his own, trying to make eye-contact and make Dan focus on him and him only. "Breathe with me. Breathe with me, babe."
Dan screwed his eyes shut for a long moment, breath coming in shallow, quick gasps. He'd hyperventilate soon at this speed. When he opened them again he locked eyes with the other man, his whole body trembling. Dan's eyes flickered, but after a short while they stayed.
"Breathe in." Fernando took a deep breath right after uttering the words clearly, squeezing the Dane's hands to make him pay attention.
"Breathe out," he said, breathing out through his mouth. Dan's exhale was shaky and weak.
Speaking quietly Fernando made Dan breathe with him, and after a good while he was breathing easier again.
"Hey," the Spaniard smiled, resting a hand on the other man's cheek. Dan leaned forward and kissed him softly, smiling a little himself when he drew back.
They started walking again, their hands still tightly clasped. "What'd I do without you?" Dan mumbled under his breath and gave Fernando's hand a squeeze.
D, Dawn - PG (AU)
They sat next to each other on the top of the skate ramp in the far corner of the park, their boards behind them. No one else were there, it was way too early for anyone else to bother coming out. They didn't mind, they just sat quietly next to each other, so close their thighs were touching. The sky was pink and yellow and orange, the first rays of sun just about to peek up from behind the mountains.
Fernando kept flipping his hair to the side, his bangs constantly obscuring his vision. Morning dew had clung to the Spaniard's bare forearms, and Dan noticed that his friend had started shivering. It was almost unnoticeable, but there was a slight tremble going through him. Dan ached to reach out and pull Fernando into him, so he wouldn't have to get cold.
Dan looked down at his worn skate shoes, noticing the bottom was almost falling off the right one. He'd have to get himself some new shoes. Looking further up Dan saw all the tiny scars and scratches on his pale legs. Old, torn jeans cut off just below the knee. It didn't look too pretty. A painful and familiar wave of doubt suddenly hit him, and Dan touched a hand to his own cheek before he could stop himself. He hated how gangly he was, how thin his lips were and his crooked eyes.
"Hey," Fernando nudged him. When Dan turned to look at him his friend's eyes had a soft edge to them that usually was never there. Dan could remember the Spaniard giving him that look that time he broke his ankle after failing a new jump, and he had cried a few embarrassing tears.
For a long moment the Dane were lost in his own thoughts, thoughts of days spent with Fernando here in the park, training and laughing and hurting themselves. There were memories of that time he'd almost kissed Fernando when the blond was going away for two months the past summer. They'd both laughed awkwardly, Fernando squeezing Dan's arm a little too tight before walking towards bag-drop. Dan knew Fernando had been aware of what almost happened.
"Danny," Fernando nudged him again, and Dan blinked. Why was he so beautiful? So beautiful, and so out of reach.
The sun had started to appear over the mountains, making the still snow-covered tops shine brightly. There was not a cloud tainting the baby-blue skies, and Dan fought back a deep sigh. He was being a major girl right now.
Fernando put a hand on his cheek, and Dan didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to do when he was kissed either, so he felt a little stupid when the Spaniard pulled back like he'd been burned. An angry blush covered Fernando's cheeks, and he was babbling, "I'm sorry, I thought- I'm sorry-"
Dan put his hand on top of Fernando's, the one that was resting on the Spaniard's thigh. They didn't say anything more, but when Dan started smiling he felt like he could never stop. Before he could restrain himself he kissed Fernando on the cheek and then leaned his head on his shoulder.
They sat like that and watched the sun rise. Today it marked so much more than just a new day.
E, Exception - NC-17
He was the only one. Before he'd never been with a man. There had only been girls in all shapes and sizes, but never another guy. He loved being with girls, they were exciting and pretty and beautiful, but now he couldn't even find the smallest attraction towards them. Not other men except him either. There was only him, and it was driving him nuts.
"Nando," Dan said, towering over him. Fernando looked up from his shoes, suddenly very aware that when he sat like this his face was leveled with the defender's crotch.
"Hm?" he said absentmindedly, still a little too focused on Dan's crotch. Two seconds too late he looked up into Dan's smirking face. His cheeks burned. Fuck. Talk about being caught in the act.
"I wanna talk to you for a sec. Alone," Dan was full on grinning now.
Nodding Fernando stood up, his cheeks flaring up again when the Dane didn't move at once, and they were nearly pressed up against each other. How did no one else notice what was happening here? Their teammates were all around them, for God's sake. Before he could clear his throat Dan stepped back, and walked towards the door.
"So, what did you-" Fernando was just outside the locker-room and about to turn to Dan when he was spun around and shoved back, Dan's tongue in his mouth and his hands on his hips. They kissed for what seemed like forever, tangled in a burning hot embrace of grabby hands and aggressive mouths.
"I think we should have sex," Dan murmured, nipping at Fernando's lips in between every other word. "Because I want you, and you want me."
Realizing what Dan had just offered the striker pulled back, resting his head against the wall. "You serious?"
"Of course I'm serious," Dan said, smirking again.
"Now?"
"I'd love to, but I'm pretty sure we'd be in serious trouble if we have sex right here," the Dane cocked his head and leaned in again, mouthing the side of Fernando's neck.
Again the blushing got the best of him, but Fernando fought it back, forcing his voice to sound confident. "That's not what I meant," he mumbled, "I meant, you want to come back to mine?"
"I was thinking you'd come back to mine."
Fernando found himself nodding instantly.
"Alright, then," Dan pulled back, but not before he'd kissed the striker deeply one more time. "Parking lot in ten minutes."
"Okay," Fernando said. Dan walked into the locker-room again, but the Spaniard had to make sure his hands weren't shaking so bad before he did so too.
It was happening. It was really happening.
They met outside, Dan giving him a cheeky wink as they parted and walked to their respective cars. The drive seemed endless, Fernando's palms were sweating and his whole body was itching. There was butterflies in his stomach and chaos in his head, and it all reminded him of a time when he tasted his first beer and had his first kiss. Except now he was twenty-four and his teammate had just proposed they have sex to get the tension out of the system. Tension Fernando had suppressed for such a long time he had nearly convinced himself it wasn't even there anymore.
It was a quiet trip from the parking lot in the basement of Dan's apartment building up to the third floor, but as soon as they were behind locked doors Dan was on him. Breathy moans echoed weakly between the walls, Fernando's head making a dull thump as he dropped it back against the wall. Not ten seconds later the Dane's mouth wasn't on his anymore, it was on his dick instead.
Dan sucked dick like he hadn't done anything else his entire life. Never had Fernando been taken that deep down someone's throat, never had anyone brought him so quickly to the edge with a blowjob. Minutes later the Spaniard clawed at the defender's shoulder, begged for him to get off before he shot his load. Dan didn't listen. Just seconds later Fernando moaned deeply and his hands stilled on Dan's shoulders, one tangling in the Dane's hair and keeping him down.
"Fucking hell, Danny," Fernando grunted, not caring that Dan gagged a little on his spunk.
Pulling off Dan looked up at him, licking his lips before standing back up. They kissed urgently, open-mouthed and sloppy. A whole lotta spit and cum was swapped between them before they broke off the kiss.
Motioning for Fernando to follow Dan started walking down the hallway, opening the first door on the right. They undressed in a hurry, Fernando ripping off one button on his shirt. Naked and panting they started kissing again, somehow making their way onto the bed .
"Turn around. You're gonna like it," Dan said, his voice hoarse and much deeper than his normal voice. Fernando was quick to move, rolling over on his stomach.
"Yeah, up on your knees," he murmured, pulling a little at Fernando's hips before telling him to spread his legs more.
The Spaniard couldn't really see what his teammate was about to do, with his face planted in the pillow like that. He felt extremely exposed, his bare ass open and in the air.
Suddenly he knew what Dan was about to do. But, that couldn't be true, Dan would never-
"Ahh, fuck!" Fernando cursed for a good thirty seconds before Dan slapped his ass. He fell silent, but his whole body was twitching and trembling. It was his first everything tonight apparently, first kiss with a guy, first blowjob by a guy, first tongue in his ass... ever. No girl he'd ever been with had wanted to do that to him, even that time he'd briefly played with the idea after a few beers. When he'd asked her she'd left.
Dan spread Fernando's cheeks with his hands, spitting into his crack. For a moment he watched the wet pucker, smirking when the Spaniard let out a pathetic whimper. Again he leaned in and licked over it, then pushed his tongue just inside. Fernando was starting to loosen up considerably, and Dan was still hard as a fucking rock. If Fernando let him, and Dan was pretty sure the striker wouldn't deny him, he'd get to fuck his virgin ass. That beautiful, beautiful ass.
Without saying anything he wiggled a finger in, then two, just because Fernando was already so responsive. Reaching around the Spaniard's hips he found Fernando's hardening dick, and he carefully pumped it with a loose fist, groaning himself when Fernando moaned brokenly.
Fernando knew what was coming next, knew that Dan was about to fuck him when the hands and mouth left him and the defender jumped off the bed to get something. There was the telltale sound of a foil package ripping, a bottle-cap popping.
"You okay?" Dan murmured in his ear from behind, and he nodded furiously. No words wanted to come out of his mouth. "Relax for me, Nando."
Just as Dan said that Fernando felt his dick sliding between his ass-cheeks, then fingers playing over his hole. A few seconds later the Dane pushed into him, and Fernando desperately tried to relax and fought the urge to get away. Dan wrapped a muscular arm around his stomach and pulled him back flush against him, and the striker reveled in the feeling of Dan's strong chest and stomach against his sweaty back.
They rocked together, Fernando breathing heavily as he'd been running a marathon, only spurred on by the defender's moans in his ear. Having a dick in his ass shouldn't feel as amazing as it did, shouldn't feel so perfect and hot and good. But it did, and Fernando could only cry out when Dan shifted his hips and plunged in deeper. For a long time they moved slowly, so slowly it was like torture. His dick was hard again, begging for much needed attention, and Fernando couldn't remember the last time he came twice that quickly in one night. If he played his cards right maybe Dan would let him stay and they could go again later.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," Dan groaned in his ear, "I've been looking at your ass, and I've jerked off so many times thinking about it." Fernando let his head drop back on the Dane's shoulder, instantly opening his mouth when Dan kissed him sloppily.
Finally he came, spurting over his own hand and stomach. It didn't take much before Dan stilled his movements too, only rocked his hips gently.
He was exhausted when he dropped down on the bed, his legs falling open. He didn't even care enough to close them. Before him Dan was throwing the condom away, and when he was done he crawled back on top of the Spaniard and kissed him, his hips resting against Fernando's. Maybe the feeling of Dan's softening dick should feel alien against his thigh, but really, it felt kinda awesome.
"If you want we can do that again," Dan smirked, biting Fernando's lip for good measure.
The Spaniard blinked, sleep suddenly making him drowsy. There was light pressure on his spent dick and it twitched, and above him Dan grinned.
"Fuck, Dan, my dick's not coming up again right now," Fernando huffed, batting Dan's hand away.
"Mine is," the Dane grinned while tugging at his own cock, kissing the striker again. He chuckled when Fernando tried to bite him. Dan pulled away just in time, and hovered above the Spaniard with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Alright," Fernando mumbled, "come here."
They ended up fucking again, slowly this time, even if Fernando didn't get properly hard until it was almost over. Compared to the first round they kept going forever, Dan's hips keeping a steady rhythm. They moaned and cursed and kissed all the way through it.
When Fernando finally came it felt better than anything had ever felt before, it shook through him like an electric shock. Good thing he was already on his back, or else he'd fallen over in exhaustion. He thought he'd been tired before, well, now he was jelly from top to bottom.
Dan thrust hard into him before staying there, his whole body trembling while he shot his load. A second Fernando wished they hadn't used a condom, just so he could feel the warm cum fill him up. Suddenly that was a fantasy of his. But not anyone's cum, no one but Dan would ever get to fuck him like this. Fernando was sure of that.
"I'm not going anywhere, just so you know. I don't think I can walk right now," Fernando slurred.
"That's fine," Dan half-shrugged. "I'm not that much of an asshole."
Fernando tried to not smile, but he failed. "Can we sleep now?"
"Yeah, what the hell. It's not like we're dirty as fuck."
"I don't mind."
"Neither do I," Dan smirked. He dropped down on his back and Fernando yawned, shifting a little uncomfortably. Dan poked him and grinned, the other hand slipping down his side and around his thigh.
"Dan," the Spaniard warned, but nevertheless spread his legs just a little so the defender could have better access. What a whore he was being, Fernando suddenly realized, and blushed. What was this behavior, really? He'd never been that easy before.
Dan ignored the warning and scooted closer, the hand between Fernando's legs moving to cradle his balls for a moment. Moaning weakly Fernando tried to tell the Dane to stop, but he didn't really get the words out. Dan made a low sound when he easily pushed one finger into the striker's hole, still loose and slick. "Fuck, that's hot," Dan mumbled against Fernando's neck.
"Seriously, Danny, I can't go again," the Spaniard sighed, and huffed out a laugh when he felt his teammate's half-hard dick against the side of his thigh. "Seriously."
"Fine," Dan said, kissing Fernando on the lips, tongue playfully licking along the striker's bottom lip. His finger was still pushing into Fernando, deeper now.
"Daniel Agger, stop, now."
"I like it when you say my name like that," Dan whispered, laughing when Fernando made a scoffing sound and pushed at his chest. Pulling away Dan wiped his hand on the sheet and pushed his face into the crook of the Spaniard's neck.
"If you tell anyone I like to sleep like this I'll kill you," Dan mumbled.
Fernando grinned.
Five minutes later he was sound asleep, still with Dan's face pressed against his neck.
* (Okay, this was maybe just an excuse to write porn *lol*)
F, First - G
Fernando couldn't help but burst into a chuckle when Dan awkwardly tried to move himself closer to him. The hurt look crossing the Dane's features was so fiercely real Fernando grabbed his hand quickly and leaned in, pressed his lips to Dan's without a warning.
G, Girlfriend - PG (AU)
"Are you serious?" Fernando growled, an angry frown appearing on his forehead, "you went and got yourself a girlfriend? So much for 'us' and 'only you'!"
"Nando," Dan started, rubbing his arm awkwardly. He actually hadn't anticipated this kind of reaction. The two sixteen-year-olds stared at each other for a minute, Fernando waiting for his... what were they really? Friends? They were so past friends it wasn't even funny. "I wanna be with you too, it's just so everyone else can think I'm with-"
"Fuck you!" the Spaniard spat, pushing the taller boy with as much force as he could muster at the moment, glad to see him step back to regain his balance.
"Nando-"
"No, fuck off, Dan," Fernando jerked back when Dan tried to reach out to touch him, and with hurt written all over him he turned and walked away. "Just fuck off," he mumbled to himself, angrily wiping his eyes.
H, Home - G
This is not your home anymore, Dan had said.
And with that Fernando's world fell into ruins.
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Ratings: G to NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: The Alphabet Challenge, post I.
Total word count: ca 3,500
A, Alternative - G
Dan eyed Fernando who sat in the lounge, staring unhappily into the air. Most people wouldn't have noticed the small frown grazing his forehead or the lost look in the striker's eyes, but Daniel did.
"What's going on?" he dumped down next to the other man, who flicked a look at him before looking down again.
"Nothing."
"Yeah," Dan snorted, "what's going on, Nando?"
Fernando was silent for a long time, then he sighed, "they were out of Cocoa Puffs at the supermarket."
Dan stared.
"They were out of Cocoa Puffs," Fernando repeated, slower this time like the Dane hadn't heard him.
"Why didn't you get Cocoa Pebbles or something?"
Fernando gave the defender a long look, eyebrows raised, "Cocoa Pebbles? Really, Dan?"
Grimacing Dan got up from the couch and shook his head, ignoring the bitchface Fernando was throwing his way. Still shaking his head Dan walked out of the room towards the cafeteria. This talk had made him hungry.
B, Brother - PG-13 (AU)
"Hey, who's that?" Dan shouted over the loud music.
Martin followed his eyes and saw who he was staring at.
"Fernando."
"I've never seen him before," Dan continued, eyebrows crinkling and lips pursing slightly.
"Ant's brother."
"Oh," realization dawned on him, "jeez, I can't believe I've never seen him before!" A smile formed on his face and Martin rolled his eyes. "I'll be right back!" Dan grinned.
*
The next time Martin saw his intoxicated friend was with his tongue down young Fernando's throat. That probably wasn't what the Spaniard had expected to happen when his brother threw a party, but then again, Dan didn't stop at one 'no'. If he wanted someone he'd bugger them into at least one kiss.
When he looked again he couldn't see them, but when he surveyed the room he noticed two very suspicious male bodies in a corner. They were very close and it looked like Dan was kissing the younger boy's neck, and... Martin turned away, snorting, not needing to see Dan's hand inside the Spaniard's pants.
C, Coulrophobia - PG (AU)
Fernando didn't understand what made Dan stiffen next to him, didn't know what the hell caused Dan to suck in a hard breath and whimper in the back of his throat. They were just walking down the street, there was no reason...
"Fuck," Fernando mumbled when he noticed the sign, 'tivoli' on a light pole on the side of the road. "Daniel," he said, stopping the Dane with a hand on his chest.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the clown walking down the street.
"Dan," he repeated, taking both of Dan's hands in his own, trying to make eye-contact and make Dan focus on him and him only. "Breathe with me. Breathe with me, babe."
Dan screwed his eyes shut for a long moment, breath coming in shallow, quick gasps. He'd hyperventilate soon at this speed. When he opened them again he locked eyes with the other man, his whole body trembling. Dan's eyes flickered, but after a short while they stayed.
"Breathe in." Fernando took a deep breath right after uttering the words clearly, squeezing the Dane's hands to make him pay attention.
"Breathe out," he said, breathing out through his mouth. Dan's exhale was shaky and weak.
Speaking quietly Fernando made Dan breathe with him, and after a good while he was breathing easier again.
"Hey," the Spaniard smiled, resting a hand on the other man's cheek. Dan leaned forward and kissed him softly, smiling a little himself when he drew back.
They started walking again, their hands still tightly clasped. "What'd I do without you?" Dan mumbled under his breath and gave Fernando's hand a squeeze.
D, Dawn - PG (AU)
They sat next to each other on the top of the skate ramp in the far corner of the park, their boards behind them. No one else were there, it was way too early for anyone else to bother coming out. They didn't mind, they just sat quietly next to each other, so close their thighs were touching. The sky was pink and yellow and orange, the first rays of sun just about to peek up from behind the mountains.
Fernando kept flipping his hair to the side, his bangs constantly obscuring his vision. Morning dew had clung to the Spaniard's bare forearms, and Dan noticed that his friend had started shivering. It was almost unnoticeable, but there was a slight tremble going through him. Dan ached to reach out and pull Fernando into him, so he wouldn't have to get cold.
Dan looked down at his worn skate shoes, noticing the bottom was almost falling off the right one. He'd have to get himself some new shoes. Looking further up Dan saw all the tiny scars and scratches on his pale legs. Old, torn jeans cut off just below the knee. It didn't look too pretty. A painful and familiar wave of doubt suddenly hit him, and Dan touched a hand to his own cheek before he could stop himself. He hated how gangly he was, how thin his lips were and his crooked eyes.
"Hey," Fernando nudged him. When Dan turned to look at him his friend's eyes had a soft edge to them that usually was never there. Dan could remember the Spaniard giving him that look that time he broke his ankle after failing a new jump, and he had cried a few embarrassing tears.
For a long moment the Dane were lost in his own thoughts, thoughts of days spent with Fernando here in the park, training and laughing and hurting themselves. There were memories of that time he'd almost kissed Fernando when the blond was going away for two months the past summer. They'd both laughed awkwardly, Fernando squeezing Dan's arm a little too tight before walking towards bag-drop. Dan knew Fernando had been aware of what almost happened.
"Danny," Fernando nudged him again, and Dan blinked. Why was he so beautiful? So beautiful, and so out of reach.
The sun had started to appear over the mountains, making the still snow-covered tops shine brightly. There was not a cloud tainting the baby-blue skies, and Dan fought back a deep sigh. He was being a major girl right now.
Fernando put a hand on his cheek, and Dan didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to do when he was kissed either, so he felt a little stupid when the Spaniard pulled back like he'd been burned. An angry blush covered Fernando's cheeks, and he was babbling, "I'm sorry, I thought- I'm sorry-"
Dan put his hand on top of Fernando's, the one that was resting on the Spaniard's thigh. They didn't say anything more, but when Dan started smiling he felt like he could never stop. Before he could restrain himself he kissed Fernando on the cheek and then leaned his head on his shoulder.
They sat like that and watched the sun rise. Today it marked so much more than just a new day.
E, Exception - NC-17
He was the only one. Before he'd never been with a man. There had only been girls in all shapes and sizes, but never another guy. He loved being with girls, they were exciting and pretty and beautiful, but now he couldn't even find the smallest attraction towards them. Not other men except him either. There was only him, and it was driving him nuts.
"Nando," Dan said, towering over him. Fernando looked up from his shoes, suddenly very aware that when he sat like this his face was leveled with the defender's crotch.
"Hm?" he said absentmindedly, still a little too focused on Dan's crotch. Two seconds too late he looked up into Dan's smirking face. His cheeks burned. Fuck. Talk about being caught in the act.
"I wanna talk to you for a sec. Alone," Dan was full on grinning now.
Nodding Fernando stood up, his cheeks flaring up again when the Dane didn't move at once, and they were nearly pressed up against each other. How did no one else notice what was happening here? Their teammates were all around them, for God's sake. Before he could clear his throat Dan stepped back, and walked towards the door.
"So, what did you-" Fernando was just outside the locker-room and about to turn to Dan when he was spun around and shoved back, Dan's tongue in his mouth and his hands on his hips. They kissed for what seemed like forever, tangled in a burning hot embrace of grabby hands and aggressive mouths.
"I think we should have sex," Dan murmured, nipping at Fernando's lips in between every other word. "Because I want you, and you want me."
Realizing what Dan had just offered the striker pulled back, resting his head against the wall. "You serious?"
"Of course I'm serious," Dan said, smirking again.
"Now?"
"I'd love to, but I'm pretty sure we'd be in serious trouble if we have sex right here," the Dane cocked his head and leaned in again, mouthing the side of Fernando's neck.
Again the blushing got the best of him, but Fernando fought it back, forcing his voice to sound confident. "That's not what I meant," he mumbled, "I meant, you want to come back to mine?"
"I was thinking you'd come back to mine."
Fernando found himself nodding instantly.
"Alright, then," Dan pulled back, but not before he'd kissed the striker deeply one more time. "Parking lot in ten minutes."
"Okay," Fernando said. Dan walked into the locker-room again, but the Spaniard had to make sure his hands weren't shaking so bad before he did so too.
It was happening. It was really happening.
They met outside, Dan giving him a cheeky wink as they parted and walked to their respective cars. The drive seemed endless, Fernando's palms were sweating and his whole body was itching. There was butterflies in his stomach and chaos in his head, and it all reminded him of a time when he tasted his first beer and had his first kiss. Except now he was twenty-four and his teammate had just proposed they have sex to get the tension out of the system. Tension Fernando had suppressed for such a long time he had nearly convinced himself it wasn't even there anymore.
It was a quiet trip from the parking lot in the basement of Dan's apartment building up to the third floor, but as soon as they were behind locked doors Dan was on him. Breathy moans echoed weakly between the walls, Fernando's head making a dull thump as he dropped it back against the wall. Not ten seconds later the Dane's mouth wasn't on his anymore, it was on his dick instead.
Dan sucked dick like he hadn't done anything else his entire life. Never had Fernando been taken that deep down someone's throat, never had anyone brought him so quickly to the edge with a blowjob. Minutes later the Spaniard clawed at the defender's shoulder, begged for him to get off before he shot his load. Dan didn't listen. Just seconds later Fernando moaned deeply and his hands stilled on Dan's shoulders, one tangling in the Dane's hair and keeping him down.
"Fucking hell, Danny," Fernando grunted, not caring that Dan gagged a little on his spunk.
Pulling off Dan looked up at him, licking his lips before standing back up. They kissed urgently, open-mouthed and sloppy. A whole lotta spit and cum was swapped between them before they broke off the kiss.
Motioning for Fernando to follow Dan started walking down the hallway, opening the first door on the right. They undressed in a hurry, Fernando ripping off one button on his shirt. Naked and panting they started kissing again, somehow making their way onto the bed .
"Turn around. You're gonna like it," Dan said, his voice hoarse and much deeper than his normal voice. Fernando was quick to move, rolling over on his stomach.
"Yeah, up on your knees," he murmured, pulling a little at Fernando's hips before telling him to spread his legs more.
The Spaniard couldn't really see what his teammate was about to do, with his face planted in the pillow like that. He felt extremely exposed, his bare ass open and in the air.
Suddenly he knew what Dan was about to do. But, that couldn't be true, Dan would never-
"Ahh, fuck!" Fernando cursed for a good thirty seconds before Dan slapped his ass. He fell silent, but his whole body was twitching and trembling. It was his first everything tonight apparently, first kiss with a guy, first blowjob by a guy, first tongue in his ass... ever. No girl he'd ever been with had wanted to do that to him, even that time he'd briefly played with the idea after a few beers. When he'd asked her she'd left.
Dan spread Fernando's cheeks with his hands, spitting into his crack. For a moment he watched the wet pucker, smirking when the Spaniard let out a pathetic whimper. Again he leaned in and licked over it, then pushed his tongue just inside. Fernando was starting to loosen up considerably, and Dan was still hard as a fucking rock. If Fernando let him, and Dan was pretty sure the striker wouldn't deny him, he'd get to fuck his virgin ass. That beautiful, beautiful ass.
Without saying anything he wiggled a finger in, then two, just because Fernando was already so responsive. Reaching around the Spaniard's hips he found Fernando's hardening dick, and he carefully pumped it with a loose fist, groaning himself when Fernando moaned brokenly.
Fernando knew what was coming next, knew that Dan was about to fuck him when the hands and mouth left him and the defender jumped off the bed to get something. There was the telltale sound of a foil package ripping, a bottle-cap popping.
"You okay?" Dan murmured in his ear from behind, and he nodded furiously. No words wanted to come out of his mouth. "Relax for me, Nando."
Just as Dan said that Fernando felt his dick sliding between his ass-cheeks, then fingers playing over his hole. A few seconds later the Dane pushed into him, and Fernando desperately tried to relax and fought the urge to get away. Dan wrapped a muscular arm around his stomach and pulled him back flush against him, and the striker reveled in the feeling of Dan's strong chest and stomach against his sweaty back.
They rocked together, Fernando breathing heavily as he'd been running a marathon, only spurred on by the defender's moans in his ear. Having a dick in his ass shouldn't feel as amazing as it did, shouldn't feel so perfect and hot and good. But it did, and Fernando could only cry out when Dan shifted his hips and plunged in deeper. For a long time they moved slowly, so slowly it was like torture. His dick was hard again, begging for much needed attention, and Fernando couldn't remember the last time he came twice that quickly in one night. If he played his cards right maybe Dan would let him stay and they could go again later.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," Dan groaned in his ear, "I've been looking at your ass, and I've jerked off so many times thinking about it." Fernando let his head drop back on the Dane's shoulder, instantly opening his mouth when Dan kissed him sloppily.
Finally he came, spurting over his own hand and stomach. It didn't take much before Dan stilled his movements too, only rocked his hips gently.
He was exhausted when he dropped down on the bed, his legs falling open. He didn't even care enough to close them. Before him Dan was throwing the condom away, and when he was done he crawled back on top of the Spaniard and kissed him, his hips resting against Fernando's. Maybe the feeling of Dan's softening dick should feel alien against his thigh, but really, it felt kinda awesome.
"If you want we can do that again," Dan smirked, biting Fernando's lip for good measure.
The Spaniard blinked, sleep suddenly making him drowsy. There was light pressure on his spent dick and it twitched, and above him Dan grinned.
"Fuck, Dan, my dick's not coming up again right now," Fernando huffed, batting Dan's hand away.
"Mine is," the Dane grinned while tugging at his own cock, kissing the striker again. He chuckled when Fernando tried to bite him. Dan pulled away just in time, and hovered above the Spaniard with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Alright," Fernando mumbled, "come here."
They ended up fucking again, slowly this time, even if Fernando didn't get properly hard until it was almost over. Compared to the first round they kept going forever, Dan's hips keeping a steady rhythm. They moaned and cursed and kissed all the way through it.
When Fernando finally came it felt better than anything had ever felt before, it shook through him like an electric shock. Good thing he was already on his back, or else he'd fallen over in exhaustion. He thought he'd been tired before, well, now he was jelly from top to bottom.
Dan thrust hard into him before staying there, his whole body trembling while he shot his load. A second Fernando wished they hadn't used a condom, just so he could feel the warm cum fill him up. Suddenly that was a fantasy of his. But not anyone's cum, no one but Dan would ever get to fuck him like this. Fernando was sure of that.
"I'm not going anywhere, just so you know. I don't think I can walk right now," Fernando slurred.
"That's fine," Dan half-shrugged. "I'm not that much of an asshole."
Fernando tried to not smile, but he failed. "Can we sleep now?"
"Yeah, what the hell. It's not like we're dirty as fuck."
"I don't mind."
"Neither do I," Dan smirked. He dropped down on his back and Fernando yawned, shifting a little uncomfortably. Dan poked him and grinned, the other hand slipping down his side and around his thigh.
"Dan," the Spaniard warned, but nevertheless spread his legs just a little so the defender could have better access. What a whore he was being, Fernando suddenly realized, and blushed. What was this behavior, really? He'd never been that easy before.
Dan ignored the warning and scooted closer, the hand between Fernando's legs moving to cradle his balls for a moment. Moaning weakly Fernando tried to tell the Dane to stop, but he didn't really get the words out. Dan made a low sound when he easily pushed one finger into the striker's hole, still loose and slick. "Fuck, that's hot," Dan mumbled against Fernando's neck.
"Seriously, Danny, I can't go again," the Spaniard sighed, and huffed out a laugh when he felt his teammate's half-hard dick against the side of his thigh. "Seriously."
"Fine," Dan said, kissing Fernando on the lips, tongue playfully licking along the striker's bottom lip. His finger was still pushing into Fernando, deeper now.
"Daniel Agger, stop, now."
"I like it when you say my name like that," Dan whispered, laughing when Fernando made a scoffing sound and pushed at his chest. Pulling away Dan wiped his hand on the sheet and pushed his face into the crook of the Spaniard's neck.
"If you tell anyone I like to sleep like this I'll kill you," Dan mumbled.
Fernando grinned.
Five minutes later he was sound asleep, still with Dan's face pressed against his neck.
* (Okay, this was maybe just an excuse to write porn *lol*)
F, First - G
Fernando couldn't help but burst into a chuckle when Dan awkwardly tried to move himself closer to him. The hurt look crossing the Dane's features was so fiercely real Fernando grabbed his hand quickly and leaned in, pressed his lips to Dan's without a warning.
G, Girlfriend - PG (AU)
"Are you serious?" Fernando growled, an angry frown appearing on his forehead, "you went and got yourself a girlfriend? So much for 'us' and 'only you'!"
"Nando," Dan started, rubbing his arm awkwardly. He actually hadn't anticipated this kind of reaction. The two sixteen-year-olds stared at each other for a minute, Fernando waiting for his... what were they really? Friends? They were so past friends it wasn't even funny. "I wanna be with you too, it's just so everyone else can think I'm with-"
"Fuck you!" the Spaniard spat, pushing the taller boy with as much force as he could muster at the moment, glad to see him step back to regain his balance.
"Nando-"
"No, fuck off, Dan," Fernando jerked back when Dan tried to reach out to touch him, and with hurt written all over him he turned and walked away. "Just fuck off," he mumbled to himself, angrily wiping his eyes.
H, Home - G
This is not your home anymore, Dan had said.
And with that Fernando's world fell into ruins.